Last Chance For A Slow Dance

Last Chance For A Slow Dance
Coughing inside your coffin
Like at the bottom of the sea
Inside you're breathing
Too numb for asking
So I will leave it outside your door
Warning the threat of morning that just extends you another day
Some lights were shining
Not much for seeing
But you'll be leaving the way you came
Shot shooting shot shot shot
Shooting yourself again for what
To taste all the waste
Flare fakes a flower
A burnt-out shower
No one can see
You were needing too shy for asking
So I will leave it outside your door
Pulse stalls uncut but clotted
When you had thought it would force a flow
Some lights were shining
Not much for seeing
But you believe in the way you came